#crying and begging at myself to stop

[danidoesathing]

what if added. another motif

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i also like your krakoa charles and rivals erik drawing… a lot… keep going back and looking at it….. yearning…………….need it to be real………………you fed us well thank you ^_^

thank you so much my friend im glad people really enjoy it from what ive seen !!!!!! rivals cherik's just gonna be so special i know it..... i need them together NOW...

[chloeandpsychopaths]

its not enough to float in your orbit

[hfjsbsksnsos]

im so stupid 😭 my cat has this lump and for some reason i was certain it was just like a large blackhead/dilated pore. but now im like,,, how did i think that???? its clearly something bad i think its cancer im having a panic attack i lost my dog 6 months ago i cant lose my cat now too 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[aquaticfreakshow-sys]

Oh noo,, venting.

I wish my relationship would stop having to almost end just for one day of actually being thought about instead of neglected and forced to do everything for both of us on my own

[dyk3pup]

me if thinking abt the most kinky depraved filthy tickle scenarios was illegal

[gxlden-angels]

*Youth Pastor Voice* The children are so used to playing around in Minecraft, but you never hear about them calling for Mine Christ

[the-acid-pear]

I have yet to keep inspecting the sweepstakes, I need some air and food first, but I might as well share what I've been thinking about Mike today, because I heard of an interpretation saying Mike was a camera man for Spamton which ... Is very interesting. Like for me this makes me think of Mike as someone who admired Spamton, someone way smaller than him, definitely younger imo, who simply excitedly followed along with the orders given. I mean, up to a certain point. I mean this feeling is reinforced in the q&a when asked about Mike, that makes Spamton get very defensive, almost protective. In my eyes it almost creates this almost platonic familiar bond dynamic whatever. But like this is just a shot in the dark, bc what we know is, 3 lines, period. But if when chapter 3, 4 and 5 come out and Mike is there and I'm right about these things then I'm gonna feel like a god tbh.

[oetscop]

standing in the kitchen doing daily training stuff with my dog thinking about how in iron age egypt someone probably specialized in training working dogs and we'll never know what they did or what their names were. but we know in places with large amounts of livestock bones theres also countless dog bones.

[kairithemang0]

hope you guys understand the joy kingdom hearts brings me. This series has kept me alive I swear, would not be here still without it ❤️

[tkbrokkoli]

sent my professor a lengthy email asking for an extension for my presentation so I'd have one week more to prepare and. he just answered "Sure. Best [first name]"

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[Begin ID: A screenshot showing an email. The sender and recipient are blurred. The subject of the email is "reschedule [redacted] presentation?". The text says "Sure. Best [redacted first name]". End ID]

[defiantly-ageis]

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[petrichorpetals]

Due to a series of circumstances, I ended up going through my old Facebook and I really don't get how I managed to not change in ten years lmao. I made the exact type of posts I would make today. Really expected to go back and find myself cringy but nope. RIP to those of you that found your younger selves cringy but I'm built different. 😅

It's weird but I'm strangely glad that I haven't changed. I even remember ten years ago going through some of my old stuff and remarking the same thing. I've never deleted any of my old stuff to try to let it be a mark of progress and I'm glad. Yeah my writing and interpersonal skills have improved, but I've not fundamentally changed as a person. I might not have gotten everything right the first try, but I did my best with the information I had at hand. At the end of the day, I'm still recognizable as me.

[reignpage]

❀ In which injured!reader begs Nanami to fuck her

“No, sweetheart, please stop asking.”

Your husband may give in to you all the time because you’re his precious wife, who he loves to spoil, but apparently fucking whilst your ribs are bruised is where he draws the line. Damn him. 

“But, Ken,” you draw out, “we can just go slow. I’ll even be on top, y’know, so I can set the pace or whatever.”

Scribbling something on a risk assessment form, he sits at his desk in his office where he thought he’d be safe from your desperate hands and equally desperate pleadings. How wrong he was. When you wrap your arms around him from behind his chair, breasts pressing in on his shoulders, he sighs and sets his pen down. 

Gentle hands try to pry you off. “I know you, sweetheart. At first, it’ll be slow, and soon, you’ll be begging to go faster, harder, and then you’ll be crying because your ribs hurt. I really don’t want to have to make a visit to our doctor and explain what’s happened.”

Collapsing onto the floor, you rest your head on his knee, nuzzling in a last-ditch effort to get your way.

He pets your hair and coos, “I’m so deeply sorry, darling. You know if I could take your pain, I would. In a heartbeat.”

Irritated beyond reason, you grouch, “If you were the injured one, we still wouldn’t be able to fuck.”

“I’m not so certain that’s true, my love.” With expert touches, he’s manoeuvring you onto his lap, careful not to aggravate your wound. Face tucked into the crook of his neck, you play with a loose thread on his sweater just as he pats your thigh absentmindedly, picking up that pen again with his spare hand. “If it were only my pain on the line, I’d gladly sacrifice some discomfort for your pleasure. Would you want me to?”

“No,” you admit, thoroughly unhappy at how he’s backed you into a corner. 

“How kind." Kento chuckles. "Now, stop pouting and keep your poor husband company. Once I’ve finished this set of papers, I’ll prepare dinner, is that alrig— Ah! Sweetheart!”

Your naughty hand is being snatched off his covered cock before you can lay a second squeeze. Having felt the embodiment of his love for you, you groan. “Kento, you’re harder than a rock. Stop being such a gentleman, and let me suck you off. I’ll play with your balls the way you like and everything!”

He throws his head back, pushing his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Then, with a barely restrained patience, he reasserts for the hundredth time since you’ve gotten hurt, “I’m fine, dear. You don’t need to exert any kind of effort to take care of me. I’m a grown man. Listen, I know this is hard for you, but please consider that this is hard for me, too. Yes, I miss your body; I miss being inside you, the comfort, the warmth, the connection. But I can wait. In fact, I’d much rather wait.”

Silenced by the sincerity in his voice, you can do nothing but pout and listen, all while he holds your hand against his chest.

“If I see my wife wince or tear up because I’ve pushed too hard and gone too fast, I’ll never forgive myself. It’ll haunt me, just like the sight of you all weak and shivering on the concrete haunts me now. Not a day will go by where I’ll ever feel at ease knowing I wasn’t there to protect you. So, no, sweetheart, I will not contribute to your pain, and that is final.”

He's not mad; he's not frustrated or irritated. No, not Kento. Not at his darling wife. Never at you. And that's what drives you even more insane. You so badly want to show your appreciation, to thank him for all his hard work, to ease the guilt in his heart, show him you're fine and soon so he can actually sleep at night instead of sitting up, awake, anticipating a grimace in your sleep so he can bring you water or painkillers. 

Pecking his lips in surrender, you acquiesce. “Fine, but as soon as I’m cleared to go, you’re never leaving our room until I’m positively stuffed full of your cum, and you’re completely drained.”

Kento smiles, eyes crinkling in the corner. 

“It wouldn't be the first time.”

[fragglerockopinions]

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